I am writing this with a mouthful of soggy padding pressed up against a small excavation in my upper jaw ...
This morning Chelsea went back to her people and I rushed off to the dentist to have the broken tooth pulled ... that cost me two special treats this month, more than what I received for looking after Oberon for a month.
Yesterday I took myself out for a special treat ... a wonderfully relaxing massage ... Thank you, Remi.
I still have money for looking after Chelsea coming in, and a bit of Remi's money left ... and I will have Peach arriving next week ... so this was looking like a great month for special treats until I began to receive several bits of news designed to put the kibosh on treats for a while.
The first was the need for new glasses.
The next two came yesterday ... reminders of prepayment of taxes in March and June.
The last came this morning ... the extraction and an estimate for a partial plate ... to be done in the summer.
I hate the thought of a partial plate ... and not just because of the expense. I hate the thought of any mechanism in my mouth. I know people who are always losing their partial plates because they take them out when they are uncomfortable. And then there are all those jokes about false teeth ending up in odd places ...
I don't like the idea of anything unnatural in or on my body. Contact lenses for example. Even snorkeling with just flippers, a snorkel and goggles takes getting used to all over again every time. The one time I tried extra gear I ended up ripping everything off and just swimming. I don't even like wearing a hat, so my little phobia might derail my good intentions for the expensive partial plate.